Bunny nudges me toward the bed and I fall back, knees dangling over the edge. He stands before me, hard. Ready. Big.
His eyes drink me in. I brace myself for him, half eager, half feeling a pit of hollowness deep inside. It shouldn’t be like this—out of our control. My fingers clench the bedding and I close my eyes.
I feel nothing but a flutter by my legs, knees brushing knees. I blink and find him over me. His mouth is inches from mine and he whispers, “I can never take back the pain of what I did, but I can redeem myself in the eyes of the gods and my brothers and you.”
His length is between us; pressing and solid. My legs part and his hand ghosts down my inner thigh. I shift, welcoming him, my core slick.
The energy between us ebbs, the Darkness beaten back inch by inch, and something different rises, something I’ve only grasped in my fingers like the wind. I cling to the feeling, the power, and lasso it around us like a bond. I touch his chest, feel the pebble of his nipples beneath my fingers. With my mind—my body—I pull, bringing him closer. To my mouth, to my body, and with one hand I guide him toward me. The goddess flares the instant we meet. I roar against his lips and he pushes in, slowly, achingly.
Finally.
He enters me and it’s like a link in the chain. A piece of the puzzle clicks into place. A rush washes over me. Everything makes sense. Feels right.
And it’s not enough.
It’s like a trigger, those pieces clicking together, link by link and the swirling energy kicks me to life.
“Oh,” I say to him, to the world. “Oh, Bunny. I…”
I push Bunny off and on his back, his expression shock and regret. I feel the loss of our connection but that is short-lived. The entity inside me understands. She knows the path we’re on and is no longer allowing the weaker side of me—the human part of both of us--to fuck this up.
His head presses into the pillows and I straddle his hips. His cock is slick with my heat and I don’t hesitate before sinking down, guiding him to the depths of my core.
“Uhhhh,” I cry, followed by prayers to the gods. The flip switches in Bunny’s eye and once he understands how this is truly greater than the two of us, he reacts with force.
His hips buck against me and I ride him hard, feeling every inch of him, from tip to the base of his cock when he slams into me. Sweat pools between us, I feel it on his fingertips when he pinches my nipples and on his face when I suck his jaw. The walls fade, the bed disappears and we’re just two, bonding, binding, and mating.
We close the circle, the one that started with Clinton and forged with Sam and Damien. Strengthened by Dylan but left incomplete. On purpose. I see that now. He was waiting. I was forced back. Now is the right moment for us to complete the bond of the five. Our eyes meet and for the first time I know the path ahead.
28
Bunny
A goddess, with hair of ebony and eyes as dark as obsidian hovers above me. Her body is perfection, her skin smooth as silk. I grip her hip and pull her to me, harder and harder she rides, tumbling us both toward ecstasy. Her hair spills over her shoulders, bouncing with her breasts. Morgan’s lips part and the moan that comes from her sounds like an angel singing.
Tension builds in me but I know this is a moment about both of us, a unique point that ties us all. My brothers surely feel the mounting energy, the power surging in his glorious woman. She’s in control. She owns us all. Her skin burns as if on fire. Her lip trembles and everything from her sharp breaths to her shaking shoulders sets me on edge. Coiling and twisting in frenzied harmony.
“Do you feel it?” she grinds out.
Fuck yes, I feel it. Her. Everything. I can’t speak. I can’t formulate words. But my eyes meet hers and I nod, grunting with every thrust. Her hands move to the slab of headboard and she grips it as she cries out. It’s not just pleasure. Certainly not pain. The essence of Darkness releases from her body, every dark tendril lingering from the Morrigan’s touch. The infection festering deep in her soul.
Bright light engulfs us. Warm and full of charged energy. Tilting her head back she spirals, biting down on her lip. I let go, the room fading around us. It’s just us and warmth. Love and righteous power. Once we ascend to this, everything I’ve held back for so long frees—I groan.
“Gods above,” I grind out, my teeth clenched. My eyes squint, trying to look at her with the glow of power behind her. I spill everything I have into Morgan just as she tilts her head back. She tightens around me and mercy, it feels like nothing I’ve ever dreamed of. Nothing a mortal man could know. We writhe against one another, riding out the moment, the event, because nothing in our world will ever be the same.
We’re one.
We’re bonded.
We’ve mated.
And as Morgan’s body slows and the bright light fades to a hazy glow, she smiles down at me. Her is mouth lazy and her eyes are glazed and there’s no doubt in my mind we’ve changed the fate of humanity.
29
Clinton
Deep in the bowls of earth, the ground shudders beneath my feet. I touch the wall for purchase. That’s when I realize that it’s not the floor or even the walls. It’s coming from inside my body. My chest.